I’ve spent some time diving many sites on Portland Bill over the 10 years or so I was with the Army and the years I spent as a member of TIDSAC. I have a soft spot for the Bill and her surroundings even though many of the dives were just for fun and did not involve wrecks, unusual for me, I know! My first Portland dive was HMS Hood, written up elsewhere in this blog in September of 1991, the same day I took a dive on the breakwater which was over the Right hand side and with Gary, my buddy on the Hood, we dived to 10m and hunted the nooks and crannies of the wall and found Wrasse and Pollack on what was an uneventful dive

The 19^th century breakwater was designed by Captain E H Stewart (Royal Engineers) and constructed in 1868 and took Seven years to finish completing in 1875. (Wikipedia) The aim was to protect Portland and it has in-built forts of a similar type to those found at Fort Bovisands in Plymouth, the breakwater fort being round and having a resident garrison and being originally fortified with 14 heavy cannon, as can be seen from the various “ports” (now concreted up) surrounding the cupola in the photo

God only knows how much stone was moved from the Bill quarries to form the foundations for the breakwater spans, it must have been a monumental undertaking at the time. The photo above shows the latter end of construction somewhere around 1875 and the fort can be seen in a wonderful chequered paint pattern in the background, that pattern has long since faded away or perhaps even been purposefully removed at a later date. It is easy to see the size of the blocks of Portland stone finishing the top of the “piers” here, and the cranes used to place them. An idea of the amount of stone involved can be gained using modern technology, state of the art multi-beam side-scan sonar allows us to look much more closely at the construction, and offers a real insight to the “divers” view of the breakwater beneath the waves

  My first shore dive on the Bill was just a few months later, 02nd of February 1992 at Bull-Pit Rocks with Gary Horton, another, but at the time far more experienced, diver from Tidworth Garrison. Bull-Pit Rocks are on the South side of the Bill looking out towards the Isle of White and are marked by a distinct “Stack” said to resemble a church pulpit (the clue is in the name) with an open Bible on its’ top……. I recall it being a decent enough root around with a little caution being used as we did not want to end up too far out, the swim back would be against the tide which can run strong in this area

My dive log records: “Shore-Dive, Bull-Pit Rocks Portland viz 3-4m – Cold Dive 6’ W. Temp Hunting crevices, amongst Kelp, few Crabs, very turbulent……..” I do recall the entry being a challenge, for the first time I had to judge a giant stride entry into tidal surge over rocks, it could easily have gone badly wrong, but I judged well and the dive went well too, the exit was a challenge too, only not as much surge which allowed Gary and I to haul out onto rocks without damaging ourselves or our kit…it was a decent little dive and I was keen to do more!

That same day Gary and I headed over the Bill to Chesil beach, the idea was to find the wreckage of the Royal Adelaide, wrecked on the beach in a storm in November of 1872. The Royal Adelaide is a strange story, the passengers and crew were saved by locals in what can only be described as heroic actions by groups and individuals, wading into the storm washed sea to pull hapless souls to the shore, or using rope to ferry them between ship and shore…. A truly epic tale of bravery……and what the wreck would have been primarily remembered for had it not been for the Royal Adelaide’s cargo of casks of Rum, Gin and Brandy…….The rest of the story has been the legacy of Royal Adelaide ever since, those rescuers often becoming casualties of liquor, drunk on the beach on a terrible storm ravaged night, some succumbing permanently to the effects of alcohol, or the cold, and passing away into history and local legend…….

Despite looking around for the wreckage and finding various twisted pieces of metal, obviously aged and corroded, Gary and I could not honestly claim to have been on the wreckage, the viz was not great and there was nothing we could truly identify as wreckage from the era. I wrote the dive up: “Shore dive – Chesil Beach – Portland…..Viz 2-3m – Cold Dive 6’ W. Temp…….Basic ferret about, loads of Atlantic Prawns, some wreckage, the odd crab……”  and getting out following the dive was nothing short of a workout….you could accept it, stand up and tough it out, walking up the Two distinct pebble slopes of the spit of Chesil beach, or you could crawl up on your hands and knees……I’ve never crawled anywhere, I wasn’t going to start now….but boy did it cost me, every step up was half a step back, when I finally got to the top of the second slope onto more compact pebbles I was a beat dog, breathing through my arse and my calves and thighs were on fire……and I was just 32, fit as hell and a soldier….Jesus…..what a place!

After a bit of a break from Portland and the South coast, diving exotic locations and doing the day-job, it would be February of 1995 when I returned to Portland and the Bill. This time I was with Denise “Toots” Tuttle, I liked Toots, despite being female in a largely male world Toots could hold her own, and give back the shit she took with interest, and I loved and respected that……. Toots was a mate, I enjoyed teaching her diving and I trusted her whenever I dived with her! This was an opportunity to get a drift dive in otherwise poor conditions…..Ferry Bridge! One of the reasons I liked Portland was the diversity of dive opportunities it offered, if you got there and the sea was too rough to get out of the harbour, or your time was limited, you could drop in on one or another of the wrecks in the harbour, the Countess of Erne, the Bombardon and Tug, the landing craft or the Spaniard (all topics of posts to come…..). Weather great, but full boats…..do Chesil or the shore at Church-Ope or off the Lighthouse, or Pulpit Rock….. or take a drift dive under Ferry Bridge……

Ferry Bridge is a good introduction to drift diving, it is mostly a Knot or so current, perhaps a Knot and a half which is manageable for most, even those who struggle with buoyancy a little on occasion, so there won’t likely be problems from pneumothorax or interstitial emphysema as the depth is perhaps 7m max, it doesn’t mean these issues can’t happen, it just means they are far less likely as 7m is the centre of the scour under the bridge and the lead in-and-out is short. Ferry Bridge can be an education to those deploying and controlling their SMB’s and it is great as practice for that too……..The access is easy too, there is an easy path down to the Bridge from the Ferry Bridge Pub side and a flat area there for kitting up. A short swim out into the jetty and mooring area and then a descent into the current, as the water is constantly refreshed between sea and harbour the viz is usually decent too, meaning separation from your buddy isn’t likely either

My log book for the day read: “Shore-Dive-Ferry Bridge- Portland Nice Little 2-3Kt Drift –viz down to 2m – good easy fun dive – no frills”…….. a month later, 08^th of March ’95, I took a couple more trainees back for a nav-ex and drift, again my log-book records: “Nav-Ex Leading to a gentle drift 1-2Kt novice skills dive Viz 1m” Neither dive was going to set the world alight, but then neither was intended to, Ferry Bridge did exactly what I wanted and gave a gentle lift to the skills of those I was diving with without too high a task loading!

I had a wonderful dive off Chesil beach later in the year, further down towards Fortuneswell, a little down from, and behind, what used to be Parry’s Dive centre. It was another Wednesday afternoon dive with Toots and we had heard the sewage outlet pipe was worth a look…..now you could be forgiven for asking why anyone would want to dive anywhere near an outlet pipe, but this one had been de-commissioned (at least that’s what we were told) years before. Following the pipe for a while and then, when we were at around 10m depth, swimming around “ferreting about”, we had a delightful dive, my log records: “03/05/95 Shore dive-Chesil Cove- Portland…pure pleasure dive hunting round the outlet, through Kelp fields, a couple of Wrasse, a Pipe Fish, a large Cuttle-Fish and plenty of Pollack (Small) couple of Spider Crabs – very enjoyable….” The log, as usual, understates the experience a little here, I remember spending some 10 minutes of the dive watching the Cuttle-Fish “irridesce” which I found absolutely mesmerising, such pre-historic creatures with such amazing capabilities, the colours were both vivid and beautiful

So why is Portland such a good shore dive-site, well I have talked already about the weather influences, the geology helps a little too, as does the nature of the geography, Portland Bill essentially sticks a good way out into the sea, catching the tidal influence of the narrowing between the Isle of Wight and the mainland, essentially experiencing a faster current running along shore and bringing cleaner water in from the Channel mouth, this combined with the “Lower Purbeck Beds”, a former Limestone plateau from the Jurassic coast, lifted up by tectonic movement, mean the coastal rocks give clearer water than the clay side of the harbour and a nice, flat-ish area to use for kitting up and entry

For those of you who liked the Waterlip Quarry geology piece:

 “A chemical reaction in the warm, shallow seas where Portland Stone was forming caused calcium and bicarbonate ions to combine, forming a ‘muddy’ calcareous precipitate. Minute particles of sand or organic detritus, such as shell fragments, lying on or in suspension close to the sea floor, acted as nuclei which gradually became coated with this fine-grained calcium carbonate. Over time more calcium carbonate accumulated around these nuclei in concentric layers, forming small calcareous spheres (less than 1mm diameter). Countless billions of these spherical sediments, called ‘ooids’ or ‘ooliths’, ultimately became buried and partially cemented together by more calcium carbonate, resulting in the oolitic limestone we now call Portland Stone” (Wikipedia)

The next dive I completed at Portland was a shore-dive off the Limestone rocks on the Church Ope cove side of the Bill, or the Left hand side looking down the Bill towards the Lighthouse…. at an area roughly around First Beach, the surf was up a little although that was to be expected in March. The sub-sea landscape on each of the dives in this area is, in my experience, rock gullies, some with remnants of the numerous small craft lost in the area such as the SS Bournemouth (1886) or the Reliance (1949)…….

……..or fishing or carrying quarried rock from the workings on-shore and oddments lost or abandoned like anchors, chain and undetermined metal-work, beams and struts perhaps from damaged or lost cranes off the headland. There were several of these still in usable condition at the time and I always loved the look of them, stark against the sky-line and brutally industrial…….

Entry to the water was always a challenge, it helped to have scouted beforehand, so you know the step-in will not be too shallow and end up “painful”. The swim out was usually against the incoming tide, I preferred that to out-going as that could end with a long swim back-in against the current, and there was never any great depth, these were shore dives down to 15m or so max, purely to enjoy and became a favourite “ferret around” of mine and Toots on Wednesday “sports afternoons”, which, although I didn’t know it at this point, were fast coming to an end and would eventually see me leave the Army just a year later, after Six years on and off in Tidworth. That wouldn’t end my time in Portland though, in fact it was really a beginning of sorts………

My first ever freshwater dive 27/02/1994 was with a mate from TIDSAC, Mark “Milly” Millward, another REME soldier from Tidworth garrison. I had not long got back from Ireland and I had been hearing about Stoney Cove for as long as I’d been diving. Stoney isn’t far from where my mother and step-father lived in the Midlands and it was, fortunately, on the return journey back to Tidworth……. in a round-about fashion. Anyone who was anyone at the dive-club had a story about “The Cove” and not all of them ended well. To be honest, I was a little apprehensive before I got there and made my way down onto the bottom car-park to meet Milly. I knew it was going to be cold, it was February and Cyprus was behind me now, it would be cold, wet and bloody miserable, typical British weather, I was sure! Still I had a 5mm Neoprene dry-suit now and I was young enough to take the 4′ water temperature I was expecting from all the stories I’d been told beforehand

I was pleasantly surprised when I got to Stoney Stanton, the weather was great, sunny & mild with no wind, no rain and although it was chilly, it was certainly not “Arctic” as I had been expecting! The cove back in those days had limited access, there was the “Bus Shelter”, built back in the days when British Engineering could’ve achieved the impossible…….if the amount of divers crammed onto one Meccano (look it up) “scaffold pole” platform is anything to go by…… I was amazed the thing didn’t just tip over and dump every one of them into the water, if they had actually managed to get down the stairs in one piece to begin with! Then there was the Ski-Hut slip, designed to allow the local Water Ski-Club Rib to be launched, albeit with a slope equivalent to a Black run in the Alps, and a turn your differential wasn’t ever going to enjoy (even the Diff on a military 4×4 Land-Rover 110)….at least that wasn’t going to collapse underneath you, and it had convenient walls to rest your gloves on, or to hold onto to drag yourself out. Then there was the little platform at the bottom of the steps, the only time these weren’t a safety hazzard was in summer….once diving had finished….after an hour or so of 30′ sunshine, dependent of course on no-one spilling their coke……. But there were changing rooms, a toilet block and a cafe, hell there was even a pub for a post dive pint! This might turn out OK after all…….

We kitted up and Mark took me in off the Bus-Shelter and onto the 6m shelf, the viz was great, 10m or so and it was a balmy 10′, we worked our way past the Viscount cock-pit, and along the shelf edge to the drop-off opposite the slip swimming down to the Wessex helicopter at 20m. As I entered the Starboard door I could clearly see the pilot and co-pilot’s feet working the pedals as they clattered the rotors to full pitch and lifted us out of the field on the Fermanagh border…too close for comfort……and then I was back in the room………. and the water was Green and Mark was beckoning me out to swim round the front of the cock-pit and along the tail, past the RAF roundel. I must be one of the last to have been extracted by a Wessex, they were ancient war-horses, legacy equipment even in my time, it was just a very surreal experience to have been ex-filled from patrol so little time ago, and then to find yourself underwater at 20m in the English country-side staring at the business end of such a piece of shared history….. and it had been totally unexpected, I had no idea the Wessex was even in there

Years later I would use the RAF roundel and it’s iconic Blue, White and Red remaining paint to demonstrate the removal of colours by depth, to Open water divers taking their PADI Advanced Open Water Quals. A simple task, shining a torch on the area and panning its beam across the Blue which, at 20m deep, still showed some of its colour, then onto the Red which, at that depth, seemed plain Grey…… until the torch beam revised the spectrum and the Red leapt out, clear and bright. That always stayed with those I showed it to, a living physics demonstration, one that I particularly liked myself, as dry old teachers “telling you” this stuff never really had the same impact as being there and seeing it for yourself…..probably why I was such a poor student myself! By the time I got to the Wessex with Mark, it bore little resemblance to the photo, the windows had gone as had some of the fuselage and, although it was an interesting attraction, it made me wonder at the type of idiot that would take something off such a piece of history, wherever it lay?

No one I know can tell you when Lane’s Hill Quarry (Stoney Cove) was started, although it was known that the Stoney Stanton name came as a result of the surrounding rock outcrops, and goes as far back as the Domesday book of 1086, when the records show a local Bursar (Robert) owned land worked by 7 villagers, 3 smallholders (with 3 ploughs) and 4 freemen, and was meadow-land of 12 acres and woodland of 3 furlongs valued at 20s, presumably shillings rather than shekels (Wikipedia). The quarry became a source of Granite, eventually requiring a rail-head of sorts to get the stone into Stoney Stanton, and on to markets in Birmingham and the surrounding area, using Two steam engines, “Violet” (pictured) and “Billy”. It is still possible to see the remnants of the rails at the edge of the 6m shelf to this day…….

Over a Ten year period between 1996 and 2006 I spent sometimes 50 out of 52 weeks a year taking divers around Stoney Cove, weekends and Wednesday evenings, I must have dived it well over a Thousand times during that time, and I knew it like the back of my hand. I got to know the staff there well, Margaret and Rob, who I still see occasionally when I get a chance to return and dive the cove, Simon, who is still a good mate (and ended up running Poseidon UK for several years), and Fluff and Paul from the shop, all great people I loved talking to, and who were always so supportive and willing to do anything to help. I even got to know the owner Alan, a lovely bloke who allowed me to test the FSAC Rib one Saturday after the diving had wrapped up, although he also knew the then owner Sid, which may have been more the reason if I am honest…. Incidentally, when I eventually sold the RIB to Lance (of Lance Palmer commercial diving) I learned it had been sold on to Bill Murray of Ghost-Busters and Caddy-Shack fame, apparently Bill had seen it on the set of Tomb-Raider when Lance was safety diver for Angelina Jolie and the crew, it’s a hell of a story whatever the truth…….by the way Lance, if you are ever reading this, where’s my Kit Harrington autograph?

So why Stoney Cove and why the reputation? Stoney certainly had a name for incidents through the ’90s and that carried into the early 2000’s too, I would frequently have to assure potential Deep-Blue trainees that they weren’t “going to die” if they went to Stoney Cove……. I consider Stoney to be the best diver training facility in the UK, and have, ever since I took my very first divers there for their Open Water courses. I’d taken BSAC trainees there before-hand too and I knew the safety there was second to none, If you are going to have an “incident” then Stoney Cove is the place to have it! I have seen the Cove staff literally hurl themselves down the steps to the rescue RIB to get to a casualty as fast as they can, I have taken part in searches for casualties at Stoney at their request, and I have seen and listened to them agonize over the “what-if’s“….could they have moved faster, done more, worked harder, been smarter….and I have seen the toll this has taken on them….. and it is one I could not have borne myself…… I consider each and every one of them to be hero’s and I have seen them work on casualties well beyond saving….because they can, and because they care….deeply! Make no mistake, scuba diving is a dangerous activity, not for those brow-beaten into the couch at weekends, not for the timid either, it is for the adventurous and that, like any other risk activity, eventually results in fatalities. Personally I think the undeserved reputation Stoney Cove has with some is a result of the sheer number of dives there, some 50,000 plus per year the last time I looked, how many of those divers have undisclosed health issues, unknown problems, badly, even un-serviced dive-kit and how many were so unfit as to be a hazzard to themselves and others from the outset? Stoney Cove doesn’t kill divers, diver’s die, eventually, and let’s not forget……it’s not a tragedy to die doing that which you love………..

My first dive abroad, courtesy of the UN and Op Hanwood, which I have written up in the “other stuff” section of the blog so I won’t go into any more detail here. There will be other stuff on Croatia, it’s one of my favourite dive locations and one of my favourite holiday destinations too, but my first dive there, or anywhere abroad for that matter, was special. Bear in mind the only diving I had done to the 27th of June 1992 was on the South coast of the UK, 35 dives, all great fun but often in poor weather or difficult conditions, close to the edge of diveable occasionally, and definitely not diving any Blue water resort location would undertake. It had been a maul getting anywhere in the circumstances, I had started to believe the diving in Croatia had been so badly affected by the war that no-one would take me out, that meant I would be letting the boss, Chris Czaja, (my warrant officer on the tour) down, and letting those needing some R&R down too. I had kicked around for a day and a half with no results before being put onto a dive business working out of a hotel not far from ours, the Brioni, and as luck would have it, even though it had closed for the foreseeable future, the Brioni staff called the owner, Vlado and he agreed to meet me and talk

Vlado agreed he and his partner Slavko would open up the business for us and give me a look at the local dive-sites, so I could work out if there was a way to get students trained in the class-room aspects of diving, back in Zagreb, and then send them to Pula to carry out the practical side of things, kitting up, skills in the water and then some actual diving. Meanwhile there were forms to fill in……odd to me, but the dive industry in Croatia was very limited, the communist regime of Tito had seemingly been suspicious of sport diving, and it was a small and often difficult to operate niche even for Croat nationals. I let Vlado have my dive quals and he took care of filling in the requests for permission to the local coastguard representative, I paid the equivalent of £5 or so and we were in business….if I got approval. In the mean time Slavko took me to see the guys actually taking me diving, Igor & Jelliko, Two local divers who had set-up the underwater piece whilst Vlado and Slavko did the office and commercial side with the local hotels

I met Igor & Jelliko at their sea-front dive location and was impressed, it seemed there was everything I would need to get our UN troops in the water, good changing rooms, a broad concrete front to kit up and de-kit on, safe steps into and out of the sea, and a broad, shallow bay protected on 3 sides, meaning the water was calm most of the time, and it was Blue….and clear……something I had yet to experience in diving terms, things were looking up……nicely! I checked out their compressor and cylinders, used but in good condition, their kit was decent too and they had a little English, more than enough to get by on, better than that of Vlado and Slavko who were older and a little less capable in that respect. All that remained was to discuss the details, to let the guys know what they were letting themselves in for….only fair in the circumstances. Igor & Jelliko were young and used to taking divers out, they were not instructors, more dive guides it would fall to me and Slavko to be in the water and assess the guys as competent, before they got any further than the shallow front of the dive center……. and that was another issue, Slavko was CMAS (Confederation Mondiale des Activites Subaquatiques) Cousteau’s legacy to the world, and I was British Sub-Aqua Club (BSAC) how would that work?

We could work out the details later, by now I was desperate to get into the water and see what the diving was like, I asked if the approvals were in yet and was told I had a chance by the next morning, that was cutting things fine, it was our last day in Pula and if they weren’t in place tomorrow I would have to go back with half a story to Chris Czaja and worse….I wouldn’t have even got wet. I needn’t have worried, the Harbour-master was a friend of Vladko’s and the paperwork came through that evening, everything was go….and I couldn’t wait

I got on the RIB fully kitted, and we made our way out of the bay and off to the Left hand side of the headland, around towards the Hotel Histria where we were staying. The shore-line was not far off, a mile or so and it was typical of the area, rock outcrop, probably Limestone for the most part, (although I am no geologist), with pine trees coming right down to the water’s edge in many places, it looks magnificent! Last minute prep, an OK signal and off the side we went, backwards into the Adriatic……..Surfacing only to give the OK signal to Jelliko in the rib and then turning back to Igor to signal the descent, I was overjoyed, the water was warm, like a swimming pool, and as clear, I could see the rocks below us from the surface and it was wonderful! My dive-log records this…..Rib Dive, Frasker….. Fantastic dive, my first abroad, varied fish, multi-coloured, very pretty, marvelous drop-offs and to finish a cave and tunnel exit, stunning……water temperature 22′ visibility 30m…..

I vividly remember the descent, I could not believe what could be seen, this was truly a revelation in terms of what I had dived in the UK, clouds of silver bubbles you could track to the surface, and small shoals of Silver and Blue Fish, like those in an Aquarium, not dissimilar to juvenile Wrasse, but definitely a different species entirely to that of the Atlantic or the Channel. There were no large fish on that dive and I’d heard the Med was pretty fished out, maybe the Adriatic was too? I loved the winding channel we swam through, it certainly looked like a cave from the entry, but it twisted and turned for a dozen or so meters and then exited, it was a swim through rather than a true cave, but I loved it, and when we swam up towards the RIB after 30 minutes, we passed over the rock it ran through, the bubbles we had exhaled were permeating through in Silver clouds looking like the aerator rocks in fish-tanks…….I was hooked, this was different, wonderful diving and I was loving it!

The 3 hour plus drive back to Zagreb was spent re-living every minute of the dive and anticipating as many more as I could get…… It would be another month before I managed to train up a mixed group of UN soldiers and get them through the academic lessons of Novice 1 and 2 in readiness for the trip back to Pula, in between duties and the activities we carried out in support of the peace initiative, it was worth it too…….. but more of that later………

Fort Bovisands Harbour (Plymouth England)

    21.08.90 (pm) Shore Dive – Bovisand Harbour – Viz 3-4m Basic Dive – scenic – Rock Sand Kelp.   Instructor Paul. L – Buddy Andy . H  Depth 0/8m Time 29 mins Equipment SCUBA

  That was the very first step I took underwater, and it very nearly was my last! I was nervous and excited in equal measure, we had kitted up and navigated the very hazardous slipway down to the sandy area you can see in the lead photo. Next task was simple, swim out until your feet don’t touch and then duck dive like you practiced in the pool…. or so we were told, there had been four buddy pairs, each with a BSAC instructor and the traipsing into the water, by the time me and my buddy got there, meant there was zero viz…..not even a bit! Add to that I had been underweighted by a good couple of pounds and then imagine trying to descend in shallow water using a duck-dive…..I kicked and kicked to try to get under, I was young and very fit…..but very quickly breathing through my arse!

  You will just be able to see the harbour wall steps by the van in the picture….luckily my instructor Paul, realising I was not going anywhere fast, got me to swim across to the steps and added another 2kg into the pockets of my stab jacket. Now he said, we’ll try this a different way, just relax on the surface, look at me and slowly release the air from your jacket using the inflate/deflate hose…..I started to sink, gently under the now far clearer water and into the peace and calm of the sheltered harbour…..I could breathe….better still, I could see! We knelt there for a minute or so until Paul was happy I wasn’t going to cardiac on him and then he beckoned us out for a swim round the area, even taking us out of the shelter of the wall and deeper into the bay beyond

  I remember we felt the slightly colder water of the outer limits of the harbour as we went around the wall keeping it on our Left shoulder and passing an old anchor, a small cannon and numerous rock outcrops covered in Kelp and hiding small crabs, tiny fish and all kinds of nooks and crannies full of micro-life….it was awesome, all thoughts of kicking and gasping had gone, replaced by a feeling of adventure and freedom that was all I’d hoped it would be……I knew it right then….I was a diver, and I would now always be a Diver!

The next day we carried out another Two dives in the harbour and rooted around the rock and sand and Kelp in the area until we knew it well. Every dive had skills to carry out, ditching and then recovering regulators, no mask swims, buddy breathing, all building skills and competences whilst building each of our confidence levels for the next part of our Novice 1 and Novice 2 BSAC qualifications. Back in the day no-one’s feelings were in the slightest bit challenged by the term “Novice Diver”, we all knew we were fledglings and that we needed to build our experiences safely, it made sense, this was an environment that didn’t suffer fools…..as we were constantly reminded….there are old divers…….. and there are bold divers…..but there are No old & bold divers! 

  The next day would be quite something, a trip out of the harbour on the JSSADC inflatables, the entry would be a whole new experience and getting back in another thing entirely, we went out in the morning, rolling backwards off the tubes of the small inflatables easily and returned from our dives, handing up our weight belts to those in the little rubber craft and then flopping, without a trace of elegance, back in to take our places for the journey back in for something to eat and to collect fresh cylinders……… and then back out we went.    

  Everything went brilliantly, the diving was great, colder and fresher, more to see and the sense we were now really getting the hang of things, and we were diving deeper, 14m which made a difference to your air consumption, shortening the dive slightly and making you focus just a little more keenly on that contents gauge. It was brilliant and the 22 and 27 minutes of each dive flew by, even getting back in the small ribs wasn’t an issue, I was loving every minute of this!

  I loved Fort Bovisands, the history of the place, if you took the time to look, was astonishing. Bovisands was part of the defensive response to the French threat in the Napoleonic wars, the curve of the outer wall showing 12 wide, but substantially protected openings, which each contained massive cannons arrayed to protect the approach to Plymouth from potential French attack. The rear of the buildings contained barracks for the Naval Gunners to keep them as close as possible to their cannons, and below them were the ammunition stores down tight and dank corridors which served modern day Bovisands, and the Joint Services Sub Aqua diving School (JSSADC), well as kit stores and compressor rooms where cylinders could be filled in relative peace, away from those learning in the makeshift class-rooms above where once those sailors and soldiers slept

  I have visited Fort Bovisands many times since that auspicious day in August of 1990, I have completed several more courses there including BSAC Sport diver, BSAC Advanced Instructor and PADI Open Water Instructor, but I can’t think of a more important moment in my life than that dive in a summer’s afternoon, in a small protected harbour where a lifetime of adventure began……..